Tonight I drink alone.

it is increasingly easy
to unbuckle these straps
and slip arms out of ropes
step out of this harness

dream of flying with no strings attached

Once upon

spinning gold
needles in haystacks
prick fingers
I'm waiting

come wake me
come take me

stealing salt from
every ocean
bathe me moonlight
wake me sunrise

I'll do pennance
when the time's right
pearls in cloisters
it's a silent affair

eating apples
from unnatural branches
never the fairest
only the boldest

this overtakes me
please try to don't break me

I will find strawberries
in the winter
barefoot in my paper dress
I won't come back empty handed

back to spinning
tales
and falling from
branches
while searching for pearls
in the ocean blue sky

I won't come back empty handed

But I'm tired. Write. It's late. It's 2:41 and i don't like odd numbers. Write. Come on, this sucks, i have work in the morning. Then hurry up. I don't have anything else to say though. You're whining. So what, it's almost 3 in the morning and I want to go to bed. What about what you've been hearing. The laughing, the high pitched chorus of something (screaming?) Stop. You're getting scared again, aren't you? STOP IT! Yea, I can feel it. Your eyes are itchy and watery and you are starting to get the nothing tickles. LEAVE ME ALONE. Then write. Fuck you. Oh great, that's original. I want to go to bed. Go ahead. I can't. I know. Come on. Pleeeeease. Just a little bit more. End on a good note, your reflection is still staring at you in the window even though you are looking at the screen. Does that scare you? Please stop. One more. Fine. One more.

un escape perfecto

quiero escribir en un diferente lingua
y quiero pensar con un diferente mente
porque ahora mi cuerpo
mi alma
no se contenta
cansado, si
pero mas
hay problemas
diferente que antes
diferente que familiaridad
y necesito sueno sobre
otras cosas
como
playas que lastima siempre
y el mar mas azul que sus ojos
porque el aire es seco y tiene frio aqui
quiero respirar el aire pesado y teine calor alli
ahora mi alma se contenta
porque pensado diferente que antes

Family Ties

It's coming, let it come. I'm used to fighting it. Fought it last night and won. Kept it down and body surfed until I hit sand. No reason not to, it's in my blood. And what is in your blood is what you stick to. It's what you know. What the hell did we ever know?

Freedom

tried by fire
so little was burnt away
and i like the way that
you are a singed around the
edges

your hands still feel
like they are in the furnace
burning fears off of
all of my surfaces
resurfacing old hopes

four years old
and I was telling
you secrets under my bed
forever friend the kind
that doesn't have to know
to know

never had it in me to
say what I wanted
what right did I have?
what right do I have?

but one of those fountains
broke apart at my groaning
and washed me away
without asking that question

and both of my hands were
annointed twice over
with alabaster oil
that cost more than I'm worth

by the three that is one
who pours without measure
and dreams outside of my means
and makes pure with his fetters

never had it in me
to know what I wanted
but he dreams without measure
and I like the ways you are
singed around the edges

forever friend
you saw the fountain break open
when you burnt off my outsides
and I knew what I wanted